You thought CringeGaf was over, but it was me, DIO!
Eventually you'll share a story of the details of your past...
It'll be cringe-worthy I bet.
Allright I'm jumping in there.
So a little prefacing.
Throughout my life, due to all my self confidence issues and whatever, I've been pursued romantically far more than I've ever pursued others(partially because I didn't even think I was deserving of such a thing). I was also really fucking oblivious to the world and people around me, and even moreso romantically(as in I barely noticed unless they went out of their way to spell it out for me in one form or another).
So with that being said, let's dive in to one of several stories that came out of these traits. Taken on their own, they aren't the worst, but as a whole... They tell a sad story indeed.
So back in junior year, I was in English class with a girl. She was a really nice, pretty cool girl(as I later learned), and she'd been in my English class for about 2 years. Apparently during those years, she developed a bit of a crush on me, though I hadn't the foggiest idea that this was happening. So one day, after class, the girl walks up to me. She's a little tense, and a bit embarassed, to the point where even I could tell something's going on. And she says to me, "Hey [semisonic], I've umm.. I've got something to tell you. But first, I want to know one thing."
At this point I could tell what's coming. So I ask what she wants to know.
"What's my name?"
I just kinda stand there for a while. The girl, though she certainly spoke up in class a bit, and had been in my class for 2 years at that point, had a name that I couldn't remember for the life of me. (It was in fact a rather odd name, and one that most people don't have.) So I fumble around in my mind for a while, remembering only that it starts with an m. I'd feel too fucking bad if I didn't say anything, so I at least try for it.
I get it wrong. She gives me a hint. Because it is still a very uncommon name, and because I don't bother with that sort of thing for the most part unless the person in question is my friend, I fuck it up still.
Since I know what it is she built up the courage to say, I feel fucking awful. But after I fuck it up 2 times, she kinda down and whispers, "well that's discouraging."
I get super embarrassed and look for any excuse to shift my own failure onto anyone else(including her) something I'm deeply ashamed of to this day, even more so than the rest of the incident. "You should speak up more in class"
"I do, actually. A good deal." etc.
It's super pathetic, but I was out of my element due to my own romantic issues, and I was floundering around like there was no tomorrow. At the end of this fucking travesty, I ask her what she wanted to say. She told me it was nothing, and kinda walked away with her shoulders slouched.
So, in the end, I made an effort to learn her name, and we wound up being somewhere between acquaintances and friends, but I doubt I will ever fuck things up this much in a confession ever again(although I've had some close calls). I still feel like a huge piece of shit whenever I think about how I responded to her feelings, but she later wound up with a nice guy for the rest of high school(better suited to a relationship than my immature ass was, too), so I guess everything worked out way better than it could have.
I still suck at names tho. You'd think this would have made me pay more attention to them, but I just can't remember that shit.